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Night
by Uriel TovarForward and onward,
Yesterday is of no concern to me.
Blue skies turn bloody
As the fiery gas giant
Crashes into the sea.
Dark smoke rises
Turning red blood into purple bruises.
But their eyes pierce through sin
Breaking holes in the darkened sky
Leaving their iridescent thumb print
On the work of art. 02/10/2005 Posted on 02/11/2005
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 02/17/05 at 06:55 AM Yes, concise but these images bring it all together wonderfully as if the reader is looking at a still picture. Great work.. Uriel? :) |
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